Chapter 12: Decision
Sarah sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes fixed on the blank screen of her phone. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The air was thick with the scent of old books and faded dreams, a tangible reminder of the countless lives that had passed through these cramped quarters.
Ben lay beside her, his hand resting lightly on her thigh, his breath rhythmic and even. His presence was comforting, familiar, a warm hug on a cold day.
Yet, as Sarah looked at him, she felt a pang of guilt, a sharp knife twisting in her gut. She thought of Marcus, of his rough hands, his commanding voice, his body that dominated hers. She thought of the way he made her feel, alive, desired, wanted. She thought of the way he used her, possessed her, claimed her as his own. And she thought of the way she craved it, the way she begged for more, the way she submitted to him completely.
Ben stirred beside her, his eyes fluttering open, his hand tightening on her thigh.
"Hey, babe," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "What's up?"
Sarah forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nothing, just thinking," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ben propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching hers. "About what?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
Sarah hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn't tell him the truth, couldn't confess her transgressions, not now, not ever. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting away from his.
"Just school stuff," she lied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I didn't know you were coming this weekend." She changed the subject, her fingers tracing patterns on the sheets, avoiding his gaze.
Ben's hand covered hers, stilling her nervous fidgeting. "I wanted to surprise you," he said, his voice soft, his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "I missed you, Sarah."
His words were simple, honest, and they cut through her like a knife.
Sarah felt a lump form in her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She missed him too, missed the simplicity of their relationship, the ease with which they fit together. She missed the steady, reliable love that Ben offered, the safe harbor he provided in the stormy sea of her life. She missed the boy she had fallen in love with, the boy who had promised to love her forever. And she hated herself for it, for wishing for the past when the present was so much more exciting, so much more intense.
She was trapped in a web of her own making, a tangled mess of desire and deceit, and she didn't know how to untangle herself.
Ben seemed to sense her turmoil, his thumb stilling on her knuckles, his eyes searching hers. "Sarah, what's going on?" he asked, his voice gentle yet firm, leaving no room for evasion.
Sarah took a deep breath, her mind racing. She couldn't tell him the truth, not now, not ever. But she couldn't keep lying to him either. She needed to give him something, some crumb of honesty to appease his concern.
"I've just been feeling... restless," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "College is different, you know? There are so many new experiences, new people..."
Ben nodded, his thumb resuming its gentle stroking on her knuckles. "I get it, Sarah. It's okay to explore, to try new things. That's why I encouraged you to go, remember?"
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and guilt. "I know, and I appreciate it. It's just...
it's all happening so fast. I feel like I'm constantly being pulled in different directions, and I'm not sure which way to go."
Ben squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with understanding. "Hey, it's okay. College is supposed to be an adventure, remember? You're allowed to have fun, to make new friends, to explore who you are."
Sarah nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're right. I just... I miss you, Ben. I miss our life together, our simplicity."
Ben's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.
"I miss you too, Sarah. But this is your time to grow, to experience new things. I want you to have that, to live your life to the fullest."
Sarah leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Ben's fingers traced the contours of her face, her neck, her shoulders, his touch soft and loving. She could feel the tension in her body beginning to ebb away, her muscles relaxing under his gentle ministrations.
Ben's touch was soothing, comforting, a balm to her frayed nerves. There was no urgency in his caress, no hidden agenda, just a simple, pure desire to connect, to comfort.
Sarah opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Ben's. He smiled at her, his eyes filled with a warmth that made her heart ache. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the slight stubble tickling her fingertips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tender kiss.
"Lets go get something to eat" she said as she pulled away, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Ben nodded, his hand still clasping hers. "Sounds good. Anywhere in particular you want to go?"
Sarah shook her head, her mind still racing. "Surprise me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ben grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Alright, I know just the place."
As they walked through the bustling campus, Sarah couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over her.
She was acutely aware of the guilt that clung to her like a second skin, the weight of her secret threatening to crush her. She stole a glance at Ben, his face lit up with excitement as he recounted stories from his own college days, and felt a pang of regret. He was so open, so honest, so untainted by the darkness that had begun to consume her. She felt like a fraud, a imposter in her own life, and the realization made her stomach churn.
She was walking hand in hand with the boy she loved, the boy who loved her, and she was thinking about another man, a man who used her, who treated her like a toy. She was disgusted with herself, with the choices she had made, with the person she had become.
And then she saw that man, standing a little further down the street. Standing next to him was a gorgeous blonde and his hand was gripping her ass.
Marcus. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen him in days, and yet her body reacted to his presence as if he were a magnet drawing her in.
Ben, oblivious to Sarah's internal turmoil, was still chattering about old memories, his hand clasped tightly in hers. They were getting closer to Marcus and his companion, and Sarah felt a surge of panic. She didn't want Ben to see her with Marcus, didn't want him to know about her affair.
Sarah tried to steer them away, but Ben was too engrossed in his story to notice.
They were mere feet away from Marcus now, and Sarah could feel her heart pounding in her ears, her palms growing sweaty. She tried to focus on Ben's words, but all she could see was Marcus, his dark eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Babe, are you okay?" Ben asked, concern etched on his face. "You look a little pale."
Sarah nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...
just hungry, I guess," Sarah managed to say, her eyes darting away from Marcus, only to be drawn back to him like a moth to a flame. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and intense, as if he were undressing her with his eyes right there in the middle of the bustling street.
Ben's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking between Sarah and the figure standing ahead. "Do you know that guy?" he asked, his voice casual, but Sarah could detect a hint of tension beneath it.
Sarah's heart skipped a beat.
She could feel the color draining from her face, her palms growing slick with sweat. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep her voice steady as she replied, "No, I don't. Why would you ask that?" But her eyes betrayed her, flicking back to Marcus, her body leaning ever so slightly towards him, a moth drawn to the flame.
Ben's grip on her hand tightened, his thumb brushing against her knuckles in a gesture that was both comforting and possessive. "You just seemed... distracted. And you looked right at him," he said, his voice measured, his eyes searching hers.
"You seemed... nervous."
Sarah's heart hammered in her chest, her mind racing. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the betraying flush that gave her away. She forced a laugh, trying to sound convincing. "Oh, that? He just reminded me of someone, that's all. A friend from back home," she lied, her tongue thick in her mouth.
Ben's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, as if he could see right through her facade, before he finally nodded, accepting her explanation. "Okay," he said, his hand squeezing hers reassuringly.
"But let's get you fed, yeah? You're looking a little pale."
Sarah nodded, grateful for the change of subject. They continued walking, Ben's arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, guiding her through the crowded streets. The campus was alive with students, their laughter and chatter filling the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil within Sarah.
As they neared the restaurant, Sarah could feel Marcus's gaze burning into her back, a physical weight that made her skin prickle. She didn't dare look back, afraid of what her face might reveal.
Ben held the door open for her, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as they stepped inside. The restaurant was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of garlic and fresh bread. The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the space, a comforting symphony that seemed to soothe Sarah's frazzled nerves.
They were shown to a table by the window, the last rays of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the worn wooden surface. Ben slid into the booth opposite Sarah, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You sure you're okay, babe?" he asked, his voice low, concern etched on his face. The candle flickering on their table cast shadows on his features, highlighting the sincerity in his gaze.
Sarah forced a smile, her fingers tracing the edge of the worn menu. "Just hungry, I guess," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted to the window, catching a glimpse of Marcus and his companion as they walked past. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest.
Ben followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That guy, he's not...
following us, is he?" Ben asked, his voice laced with a hint of unease. He turned back to Sarah, his eyes searching hers, a small frown playing on his lips. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the suspicion lurking in his eyes. She forced a laugh, trying to sound casual. "What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?" She picked up her menu, her eyes scanning the words, but her mind was elsewhere.
Ben's frown deepened, but he let the matter drop. "Okay.
I wanted to make sure," Ben said, his voice still measured, his eyes lingering on Sarah's face, as if he could see the turmoil hidden beneath her placid expression. He picked up his own menu, his eyes scanning the options, but Sarah could tell his mind was elsewhere.
The waiter arrived, his pen poised, a polite smile on his face. "Are you ready to order?" he asked, his gaze flicking between the two of them.
Ben looked up, his eyes meeting Sarah's. "You order first, babe," he said, his voice soft, his eyes still searching hers.
Sarah forced a smile, her eyes skimming the menu, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She felt Ben's gaze on her, heavy and intense, as if he could see right through her, as if he knew the turmoil that was raging within her.
"Sarah?" Ben prompted, his voice gentle yet firm, pulling her back to the present. She blinked, her eyes meeting his, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I'll have the pasta carbonara," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. She handed the menu back to the waiter, her fingers brushing against his, a fleeting exchange that meant nothing. Yet, it was enough to break the spell, to pull her back to the present, to the man sitting across from her.
Ben ordered his meal, his voice calm and collected, a stark contrast to the storm raging within Sarah. As the waiter walked away, Ben's eyes returned to Sarah, his gaze soft yet probing, as if he could see the secrets hidden behind her eyes.
"So, tell me more about this restlessness you've been feeling," he said, his voice low, coaxing. The candle on their table flickered, casting dancing shadows on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his gaze.
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't want to lie to Ben, not again, not after everything. But she couldn't tell him the truth, not yet, not ever. She needed to give him something, some crumb of honesty to appease his concern, without revealing the dark secrets that haunted her.
"I've just been feeling... different, Ben," she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "College is... intense.
It's like I'm constantly on a rollercoaster, and I can't seem to find my footing. I miss the simplicity of high school, of us. I miss knowing exactly who I was, what I wanted."
Ben's expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand. "Sarah, it's okay to feel lost. College is a time of discovery, of growth. It's okay to not have everything figured out yet."
Sarah nodded, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I know, but it's just... it's just so overwhelming sometimes.
I feel like I'm constantly being pulled in different directions, and I'm not sure which way to go," Sarah confessed, her voice barely audible over the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation.
Ben squeezed her hand, his thumb gently brushing against her knuckles. "Sarah, it's okay to feel overwhelmed. College is a big change, and it's normal to feel lost at first. But remember, you're not alone in this. We're in this together, you and me," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and unshed tears.
"You're right, Ben. I feel like I've been spiraling lately, and I'm not sure how to stop it."
Ben's grip on her hand tightened, his thumb stilling on her knuckles. "Tell me about it, Sarah. Maybe talking about it will help." She couldn't tell him about Marcus, about the way he made her feel, about the way she craved his touch, his dominance. She couldn't confess the dark secrets that haunted her, the lies that tainted her relationship with Ben.
She couldn't bear to see the love in his eyes turn to horror, to disgust. So, she did what she always did - she hid behind a veil of half-truths and omissions. She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking away from Ben's intense gaze, focusing instead on the flickering candle flame.
"Remember when we used to talk about our dreams, our plans for the future?" she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I've lost sight of that, of who I am, of what I want.
I'm just...adrift, you know? Like a ship without a rudder, tossed about by the waves." Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes fixed on the flickering candle flame, as if it held the answers she sought.
Ben's hand tightened around hers, his thumb tracing soothing patterns on her knuckles. College is a time of exploration, of discovery.
Sarah nodded, a tear spilling over and rolling down her cheek. "I know, but it's just...it's scary.
I feel like I'm changing, Ben, and I'm not sure if I like who I'm becoming."
Ben's gaze softened, and he reached across the table to brush away the tear from Sarah's cheek. Change isn't a bad thing, Sarah. It's a part of growing up, of becoming who we're meant to be. And who knows? You might just find that you like this new version of yourself."
Sarah managed a small smile, her heart aching with a mix of gratitude and guilt.
Ben always knew how to say the right things, how to make her feel seen, heard, understood. It was one of the many reasons she loved him.
But as she looked into his warm, caring eyes, she felt a pang of unease. She was keeping secrets from him, dark secrets that threatened to consume her. She was living a double life, a lie that was slowly eating away at her soul. And she had no idea how to stop it, how to make it right.
The waiter arrived with their food, breaking the moment of intensity.
He placed the steaming plates in front of them, the aroma of garlic and parmesan filling the air. Ben thanked him, his eyes never leaving Sarah's. She forced a smile, her gaze flicking to her plate, avoiding the weight of his stare.
Ben picked up his fork, his eyes still on Sarah. "You need to eat, babe. You've barely touched your food," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. Sarah nodded, picking up her own fork, her appetite suddenly gone. She pushed the pasta around her plate, her mind elsewhere.
Ben watched her, a small frown playing on his lips. He put down his fork, his eyes never leaving hers. "Sarah, talk to me," he said, his voice low, concerned. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Sarah looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to tell him, to confess her sins, to unburden herself of the weight that was crushing her. But the words were stuck in her throat, a tangled mess of fear and shame.
Ben reached across the table, his hand covering hers.
His thumb brushed against her knuckles, a gentle, soothing gesture that made Sarah's heart ache. She looked at him, really looked at him, taking in the lines of his face, the warmth in his eyes, the love that radiated from him like a beacon. He was her safe harbor, her rock in the storm, and she was drowning him in lies. But she could give him something, some crumb of honesty to appease his concern.
"It's just... I've been feeling really horny lately," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush with color, her body growing warm at the confession. She kept her eyes on the candle, unable to meet Ben's gaze.
Ben's hand stilled on hers, his thumb pausing in its gentle tracing. "Horny?" he echoed, his voice laced with surprise.
His thumb resumed its gentle stroking on her knuckles, his eyes searching hers. "I mean, it's normal, of course. But... horny? Really, Sarah?" His voice was soft, his eyes filled with concern, not judgment.
Sarah nodded, her eyes still fixed on the flickering candle flame. "I know, it sounds ridiculous. But it's like... it's like I can't control it. I'm constantly thinking about it, dreaming about it. It's consuming me, Ben.
I can't focus on anything else. It's like... it's like I'm starving, and the only thing that can satisfy me is... is sex." Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't believe she was confiding in Ben like this, but the words were tumbling out of her, a dam bursting under the pressure of her pent-up desires.
Ben's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on her hand tightening.
"Sarah, that's... that's a lot to take in," he said, his voice measured, his thumb stilling on her knuckles. She could see the wheels turning in his head, the questions forming on his lips. But he held them back, his eyes filled with concern, with love. "Have you... have you talked to anyone about this? A counselor, maybe? Or even Emily? She's your roommate, right? She might understand what you're going through."
Sarah shook her head, her eyes flicking away from Ben's intense gaze. "No, I haven't. I can't...
I can't talk to them about this, Ben. It's too... personal. Too intimate. I feel like I'd be betraying you, betraying us, if I... if I shared these feelings with someone else." Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes fixed on the flickering candle flame, her fingers tracing the edge of her plate, avoiding Ben's gaze.
Ben's hand tightened around hers, his thumb resuming its gentle stroking, a soothing rhythm that seemed to calm Sarah's racing heart. "Okay, I understand. I'm here for you, Sarah.
Always. And if you're feeling like this, maybe we should... you know, try to help you feel better," Ben said, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. Sarah's eyes flicked to his, surprise etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ben cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Let's do it when we get back to your room"
he offered, his voice steady despite the nervousness that was beginning to bubble in his stomach. "We can... we can try some new things, if you want. To help you, you know, feel better." His eyes met Sarah's, a mixture of concern and apprehension swirling in their depths.
Sarah's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the implications of Ben's words. She'd been craving something intense, something wild, something that would scratch the itch that had been plaguing her for days. But could Ben provide that? Could he give her what she needed, what she craved?
Sarah's mind drifted to Marcus, to the way he had taken her, possessed her, dominated her. She shivered, her body aching with a sudden, intense longing. She pushed the thought away, focusing instead on Ben, on the man who sat across from her, his eyes filled with love and concern.
"New things?" Sarah echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body growing warm at the implications of Ben's words. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his, her mind racing with possibilities.
Ben nodded, his grip on her hand tightening.
"Yeah, new things. I know we've always been... vanilla, but maybe it's time to try something different. Mix things up a bit." His voice was steady, but Sarah could see the nervousness flickering in his eyes, the uncertainty that he was trying to hide.
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with images of Marcus, of the things he had done to her, the things he had made her do. She pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on Ben, on the man who was offering to step out of his comfort zone, to please her, to help her.
She reached across the table, her hand covering his, her fingers entwining with his. "I'd like that, Ben," she said, her voice soft, her eyes meeting his. "I'd like that very much."
Ben's face broke into a wide smile, relief evident in his eyes. "Okay, then it's settled. We'll go back to your room after dinner, and we'll... we'll explore," he said, his voice filled with determination, even as his cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment.
Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her body already humming with anticipation.
They finished their meal in relative silence, the weight of their impending encounter hanging heavy in the air. Ben paid the bill, his hands slightly trembling as he fished out his wallet, his eyes darting nervously to Sarah. She offered him a reassuring smile, her own nerves dancing a tango in her stomach.
As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Sarah shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Ben immediately stepped closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth.
"Cold?" he asked, his voice low, his breath misting in the chilly air. Sarah nodded, leaning into him, her body craving his heat. They began to walk back towards her apartment, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path, the campus quiet and still around them.
As they walked, Sarah could feel the tension building between them, a palpable energy that seemed to crackle in the air. She could feel Ben's gaze on her, hot and intense, as if he were trying to see right through her, to read her thoughts, her desires.
She glanced at him, their eyes meeting, and she saw the hunger reflected in his gaze, the longing that mirrored her own. She looked away, her heart pounding in her chest, her body already aching with anticipation.
They reached her apartment building, the old ivy-covered facade looming above them, the windows dark and silent. Ben led her inside, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back, guiding her up the creaking stairs. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of a television from one of the neighboring suites.
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as Ben closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"Are you sure about this, Sarah?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands were at his sides, fists clenched, as if he were holding himself back, waiting for her consent.
Sarah nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach. "I want this, Ben.
I want you," Sarah whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath her touch. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into her caress.
Ben's hands found her waist, his fingers splaying possessively over her hips. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, his hardness evident against her thigh. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in surprise at the evidence of his desire. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could feel the racing of his heart against her own.
His hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her. She arched into his touch, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra, aching for his touch.
Ben's eyes darkened, his gaze flicking to her mouth, then back to her eyes. "Sarah," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to kiss you." It wasn't a question, but a statement, a promise.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down to her.
Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues, a dance of give and take. Ben's hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh, anchoring her to him as if he feared she might disappear if he let her go. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her hips grinding against his hardness, seeking friction, seeking release.
Ben's hands slid down to her ass, gripping handfuls of flesh, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he carried her to her bedroom.
The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room, the bed a rumpled mess of sheets and blankets. Ben kicked the door closed behind them, his eyes never leaving Sarah's, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
He deposited her gently on the bed, his body following hers down, his lips never leaving hers. She could feel the weight of him, the hardness of his muscles, the softness of his lips. His hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, igniting fires wherever they touched.
Sarah's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers clumsy with desire.
Ben's lips left hers, trailing a path of fire down her neck, his tongue tasting her skin, his teeth nipping gently. She arched into his touch, her body alive with sensation, her mind a whirlwind of lust and longing.
Ben's hands found the hem of her dress, his fingers sliding underneath, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. She shivered, her body growing warm, her core aching with need. He pushed the dress up, his hands finding the lacy edge of her panties, his thumbs hooking into the waistband, tugging gently.
Sarah lifted her hips, helping him, her breath coming in short gasps as he exposed her, inch by inch. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze hungry, intense.
"God, Sarah," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so beautiful." His fingers traced the edge of her panties, his touch light, feather-like, sending shivers down her spine. She squirmed beneath him, her body aching for more, for harder, for faster.
Ben's fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, pulling them down, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sarah lifted her hips, helping him, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her heated skin. She was bare now, exposed, vulnerable, and she could see the raw hunger in Ben's eyes as he took her in.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands were everywhere, caressing, exploring, igniting fires wherever they touched. Sarah arched into his touch, her body alive with sensation, her mind a whirlwind of lust and longing.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, a constant reminder of his desire, of the passion that burned between them.
His hands reached the hem of her dress, his fingers sliding underneath, caressing the soft skin of her thighs.
Sarah moaned, her body arching into his touch, her mind a whirlwind of sensation. She could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against her collarbone, his hands shaking slightly as he explored her body.
With a sudden movement, he hooked his fingers into the straps of her dress, pulling them down, baring her shoulders, her breasts. Sarah gasped, her nipples hardening in the cool air, aching for his touch.
Ben's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze hungry, intense. He leaned down, his lips capturing one taut peak, his tongue swirling around it, teasing, torturing. Sarah moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her, her body arching into his touch.
Ben's hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, tugging them down, his eyes never leaving hers.
His gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He reached out, his fingers tracing the same path, his touch light, reverent. Sarah shivered, her body aching for more, for harder, for faster.
But Ben wasn't the best as reading her body
language, and he was still moving slowly, almost tentatively, as if he was worried about hurting her. Sarah wanted to scream with frustration, her body throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hardness, guiding him to her entrance. Ben's eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as she positioned him.
"Sarah, are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire and uncertainty. She could see the worry in his eyes, the fear of hurting her, of pushing her too far.
She nodded, her eyes locked with his. "Yes, Ben.
I'm sure," Sarah whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She could feel the tip of him at her entrance, hot and throbbing, a mere breath away from where she needed him most. She shifted her hips, a silent plea, urging him to enter her.
Ben's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he fought for control. He reached down, his fingers finding hers, guiding her hand away from his hardness. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers, a silent question passing between them.
Sarah nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him begin to push inside her.
Her body stretched to accommodate him, a dull ache of pleasure-pain spreading through her. Ben's eyes fluttered closed, a soft groan escaping his lips as he slid deeper, inch by tantalizing inch.
He was taking his time, savoring the moment, as if he wanted to memorize every sensation, every detail. Sarah could feel the tremor in his arms, the effort it took for him to hold back, to maintain his slow, steady pace. She willed him to go faster, to give her what she needed, but he seemed determined to draw out their lovemaking, to make it last.
His hands slid under her, cupping her bottom, tilting her hips to meet his, deepening their connection. Sarah gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body arching into his.
Their bodies moved in a slow, steady rhythm, a dance as old as time. Ben's lips found hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, mimicking the movements of his hips. Sarah moaned, her body melting into his, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of him.
She could feel the tension building inside her, a coil tightening in her core, ready to snap.
But Ben was moving too slow, too careful, as if he were afraid to break her. She needed more, needed him to lose control, to take her with the same wild abandon that Marcus did. But Ben was still Ben, sweet and considerate, always putting her needs before his own.
His lips left hers, trailing a path of fire down her neck, his tongue tasting her skin, his teeth nipping gently.
Sarah's hands clutched at his back, her fingers digging into the hard muscles, urging him on, silently begging him to move faster, to give her what she needed. But Ben was lost in his own world, his pace steady, his touch gentle, as if he were making love to a delicate flower, afraid to bruise her petals.
Sarah's body tensed, her orgasm building, a slow burn that promised to consume her. But it was too slow, too controlled. She needed more, needed him to push her over the edge, to send her spiraling into oblivion.
But Ben, in his infinite gentleness, seemed determined to draw out their lovemaking, to make it last.
"Ben," Sarah gasped, her voice ragged with need. "Faster. Please, faster."
Ben's eyes fluttered open, surprise etched on his face. "I don't want to hurt you."
Sarah nodded, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on. "I'm sure," she panted. "I need you, Ben.
All of you." Sarah's voice was a desperate whisper, her eyes locked with his, pleading. Ben's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with a new intensity. He shifted his weight, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her, deep and hard.
Sarah gasped, her body arching into his, her nails scraping down his back. This was what she needed, what she craved. The raw, primal passion that was finally unleashing from Ben, the man she loved, the man she was betraying.
She felt a pang of guilt, a whisper of Marcus's name echoing in her mind, but she pushed it away, focusing on the man above her, the man who was finally giving her what she needed.
Ben's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Sarah could feel the tension building inside her, the coil tightening, ready to snap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on, matching his rhythm.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sliding against each other, their breaths mingling in the humid air.
Ben's hands slid over her ass growing closer to her crack and then they hit something metallic.
He paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What's this?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Sarah's eyes widened in panic, realization dawning on her. She had forgotten about the small, silver butt plug Marcus had made her wear the other day, a constant reminder of his dominance over her. A reminder that she couldn't take out without his permission.
"Um, it's just... it's just a little toy," Sarah stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Ben's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "A toy, huh?
That's... interesting," Ben said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and curiosity. His fingers traced the base of the plug, the cool metal sending a shiver down Sarah's spine. She could feel her pulse quickening, her body reacting to the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Ben's eyes met hers, a question lingering in their depths. "Did you... did you put this in yourself?"
Sarah could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body growing warm under Ben's intense gaze.
She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I did." Ben's eyes darkened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers, exploring, tasting. Sarah moaned, her body arching into his, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden shift in his demeanor.
Ben's hands slid down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her body.
He reached the small of her back, his fingers splaying possessively as he pulled her closer, his hips grinding into hers. Sarah could feel the hard length of him, still buried deep inside her, throbbing with desire. Sarah's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed, her body consumed by the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.
Ben's hands slid over her ass, his fingers tracing the edge of the plug, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
Sarah gasped, her eyes flying open, her body tensing at the unexpected touch. Ben's eyes met hers, a question lingering in their depths, a silent request for permission. Sarah nodded, her breath hitching, her body already aching for more.
Ben's fingers traced the base of the plug, his touch light, exploratory. He could feel the cool metal, the smooth surface, the slight give as he pressed down gently. Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing, her eyes never leaving his.
"Does it...
feel good?" Ben asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. Sarah bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his, her body already humming with anticipation. She nodded, her voice hoarse with desire. "Yes," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It does."
Ben's eyes darkened, a primal hunger flickering in their depths. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring, tasting.
His fingers, slick with her arousal, slowly began to move the plug in and out of her, creating a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a strange, delicious combination of pleasure and discomfort, a feeling that was both intense and tantalizing.
Ben's hips began to move in time with his fingers, his hardness sliding in and out of her, filling her completely. Sarah could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he moved inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through her like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Her body was alive, every nerve ending tingling, every muscle taut with anticipation.
Ben's fingers continued to move the plug in and out of her, his rhythm matching the piston-like movement of his hips. The dual sensation was exquisite, the pleasure building inside her like a storm, ready to break.
Sarah's fingers dug into Ben's back, her nails scoring his flesh, marking him as hers.
"Ugh I can't hold it anymore" Ben cried out , his body tensing on top of her. Sarah couldn't believe how quickly he was losing control, how different this was from their usual slow, tender lovemaking. She could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Wait Ben just a little more I'm close" Sarah gasped, her own body teetering on the edge, her muscles clenching around him, urging him to hold on. Ben's eyes flew open, surprise and concern etched on his face. He stilled, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, his eyes locked with hers.
"Sarah, I'm so close," he panted, his voice ragged with desire. "I'm sorry I can't!" Ben gasped, his body tensing as he finally lost control, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. Sarah could feel him pulsing inside her, his seed filling her, marking her as his. She let out a frustrated groan, her own orgasm still elusive, her body aching with unfulfilled desire.
Ben collapsed on top of her, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sarah could feel the weight of him, the sticky mess between her thighs, the harsh reality of their lovemaking.
She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes burning with unshed tears, her body still aching for release. Ben stirred beside her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her stomach, his breath finally returning to normal.
"Sarah?" he whispered, his voice hesitant, concerned. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?
Ben asked, his voice soft and hopeful. Sarah swallowed, her throat tight with unshed tears and unspoken disappointment. She turned to face him, a forced smile playing on her lips.
"Yes, of course," she lied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. Ben's face broke into a wide grin, his eyes shining with happiness. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss, a thank you for the lie she had just told.
Sarah responded, her body going through the motions, her mind elsewhere.
She couldn't shake off the lingering emptiness, the unsatisfied ache that throbbed between her legs. She had hoped that being with Ben would erase the hunger Marcus had left behind, but it only served to highlight the difference between the two men. Ben was gentle, tender, always putting her needs first, while Marcus was wild, passionate, taking what he wanted without apology.
Ben, oblivious to her inner turmoil, rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand, gazing at her with adoration. "I've missed this," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.
"Missed you."
Sarah smiled, her heart aching with a complicated mix of love and guilt. She missed him too, missed the comfort of his presence, the safety of his arms. But there was a part of her that yearned for the reckless abandon of Marcus's touch, the thrill of the forbidden.
"Ugh I'm exhausted after that babe, I'm gonna get some sleep" Ben whispered, his eyes already drooping.
Sarah nodded, forcing another smile. "Yeah, me too.
Goodnight, Ben." She watched as he rolled over, his body relaxing into sleep, his breathing evening out. She lay awake beside him, her mind racing, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of his steady breathing, the distant hum of the campus at night, and the quiet ticking of the old clock on the wall. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint lingering traces of the jasmine-scented lotion she had applied earlier.
Sarah's eyes flicked to the window, where the moon cast its silvery glow on the campus quad below. The ivy-covered brick buildings stood sentinel, their shadows stretching out like dark, welcoming arms.
Her phone buzzed beside her displaying a text message
from Marcus.
"Come to Emily's room" it read simply, no greeting,
no endearment, just a command. Sarah's heart pounded
in her chest, her body already responding to the
unspoken promise in those three words. She glanced at
Ben, his face slack with sleep, his breathing steady and
even. She knew she should stay, should cuddle up beside
him, pretend to be the girlfriend he deserved. But her
body ached for more, her mind craved the thrill of the
forbidden.
She slipped out of bed, her movements silent, practiced.
The wooden floorboards creaked softly under her feet, a familiar symphony that accompanied her sneaky exits. She grabbed her phone, her eyes flicking to the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. Marcus's text was still there, a beacon calling her to the forbidden.
She padded across the room, her steps light, her breath held until she reached the door. She cracked it open, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. The coast was clear. She slipped out, pulling the door closed behind her with a soft click.
The hallway was a narrow, poorly lit stretch of worn carpet and faded paint, the air thick with the scent of old books and even older plaster. The only sound was the distant hum of the ancient refrigerator in the communal kitchen, a rhythmic drone that had become the lullaby of her late-night escapades.
Sarah padded down the hall, her bare feet silent on the threadbare carpet, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat urging her on. She paused outside Emily's door, her hand hovering over the knob, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could hear the soft murmur of voices from within, the low hum of the lamp casting a warm glow on the worn wooden floor. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, and turned the knob.
The scene that greeted her was one of decadent abandon. Emily was sprawled on the bed, her long blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a soft moan. Marcus was between her thighs, his dark head bent, his tongue working its magic.
Emily's body was a writhing, moaning mass, her hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sight of them, of Marcus's powerful body between Emily's thighs, sent a jolt of electricity through Sarah, a primal hunger she couldn't deny.
Marcus looked up, his eyes meeting Sarah's. They were dark, hungry, a storm of desire and dominance. He immediately stopped his ministrations on Emily, his tongue retreating, his body tensing as he rose to his full height, his eyes never leaving Sarah's. Emily whimpered, her body arching, her eyes fluttering open, a look of confusion and frustration on her face. She followed Marcus's gaze, her eyes widening as she caught sight of Sarah standing in the doorway, her heart pounding visibly in her chest, her skin flushed with desire and something else, something darker, more primal.
"It's time Sarah," Marcus boomed, "Time for you to decide. Me or him?" Marcus's voice was a low growl, a challenge that hung heavy in the air, a dare that Sarah couldn't ignore. She could feel the weight of his words, the significance of the choice he was compelling her to make. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing, her body throbbing with a need that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
Emily's eyes flickered between the two of them, curiosity and excitement dancing in their blue depths. She bit her lower lip, her body humming with anticipation, her eyes locked onto Sarah, waiting for her response.
"Just know by choosing one you will lose the other forever" Marcus added his voice low and threatening. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing, her body aching with a need that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She could feel the weight of Marcus's words, the magnitude of the choice he was forcing her to make. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she struggled to find the words, to voice the decision that was already made in her heart.
Before she could speak, Marcus moved, his powerful body stalking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
He was naked, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his muscles taut and defined, a testament to the raw power that was coiled within him. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, a dark, throbbing promise of the pleasure he could deliver, a silent challenge daring her to choose him.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as he approached, her eyes drawn to the sight of him, her body responding to the primal hunger that radiated from him like a physical force. She could feel the heat of him, the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his unspoken expectations.
He stopped inches from her, his chest heaving, his eyes boring into hers, demanding an answer. Sarah's heart raced, her body trembling with a mix of fear, excitement, and desire. She could feel the pull of him, the magnetic force that drew her to him, the dark, forbidden allure that had ensnared her from the moment they met.
"Well, Sarah?" Marcus's voice was a low rumble, a dangerous purr that sent shivers down her spine.
Sarah could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his unspoken expectations. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
The room was filled with a heavy silence, the kind that seemed to hum with anticipation, as if the very air was holding its breath, waiting for her response. Emily watched them, her eyes wide, her body tense, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She was a captive audience, her own pleasure momentarily forgotten, her curiosity piqued by the tableau unfolding before her. She could feel the tension in the room, the electric charge that seemed to crackle in the air, the heavy anticipation that hung like a weight in her chest.
Sarah's eyes flicked from Marcus to Emily, her mind racing, her body aching with a need that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the intensity of their anticipation, the silent demand for her to choose.
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear, excitement, and desire. She could feel the pull of Marcus, the magnetic force that drew her to him, the dark, forbidden allure that had ensnared her from the moment they met. But there was Ben, sweet, supportive Ben, who had always been there for her, who loved her unconditionally. The thought of losing him, of never feeling his gentle touch, never hearing his soft, reassuring voice, sent a pang of pain through her heart.
But there was another part of her, a part that yearned for the wild, untamed passion that Marcus offered, a part that craved the thrill of the forbidden, the danger of the unknown.
Sarah's eyes flicked back to Marcus, her gaze locking with his, her breath hitching as she met the storm of desire and dominance that raged within him.
She could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his unspoken expectations. She knew what he was asking, what he was demanding. He wanted her to choose, to commit, to give herself over to him completely.
And as Sarah stood there, her heart pounding, her body aching, she realized that she wanted it too. She wanted to give in to the desire that had been building inside her since the moment she first laid eyes on him. She wanted to lose herself in the wild, untamed passion that Marcus offered, to drown in the storm of his touch, to be consumed by the fire that burned within him.
She wanted to be his, fully and completely, to surrender to the dark, primal hunger that had taken root inside her. And so, with a deep breath, she made her choice.
"I choose you, Daddy," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible, yet resonating with a conviction that sent a shiver down Marcus's spine. His eyes flashed, a dark triumph gleaming in their depths, and the room seemed to exhale, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun.
"You realize you'll never be with Ben again" Marcus said, his voice low and firm. Sarah nodded, her heart aching at the thought of losing Ben, but her body humming with anticipation for what was to come.
"Then say it, say who you belong to now and who your leaving behind" Marcus demanded, his voice low and commanding, his eyes locked onto hers, demanding her absolute surrender.
She knew what he wanted, what he was demanding, and she was ready to give it to him. She was ready to give him everything.
"I belong to you, Daddy," Sarah whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'm leaving Ben behind. I'm yours, completely and utterly." The words felt like a weight lifting off her chest, a confession that set her free, a declaration that sealed her fate.